On nights when we are sane, we hide our blades so no one can see them.
On nights when we are insane, we go hunting for members of the Englishman’s Motherfuggin’ Morons Association (They’re actually members of the Puppet King’s ragtag band of mentally retarded idiots. He named them after one of his concubines.) for a bit of fun. House cleaning time… that sort of thing.
I am the Jester Child sitting upon the liar’s tomb; detailing reports of what happens in the Glass City of Gomorrah.
The beast was here all along…